2004-04-09 - 6:58 p.m.
Ugh, my fucking stomach is gurgling like that geyser in Yellowstone Park. Yes, that SPECIFIC geyser. Here's the SCOOP:
Yesterday I was having this nightmare that I was like the guy in Clockwork Orange, running around getting sick at any show of violence, and doubling over in pain and groaning, and then I woke up in my dorm realizing I really was doubled over and groaning, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up. A terrible time it was, o my brothers. It was about 6:30 am and since my parents wake up that early to go to the train station anyway, I called my mom and asked her to come get me as soon as possible instead of after class at 12:45. After a lot more vomiting and screaming and being stuck in traffic, I got to come home and vomit and scream in my own house. 24 painful hours later, with lots of halluncinating and scary fever dreams which will probably turn me off any Kubrick films for quite some time, I'm (almost) cured. Just the occasional stomach geysering.
Well, auf weidersehen.
